Forever Poem by Gert Strydom

The bright blue
folds open through the room’s window
and I see rows of purple morning glories
that shoots in domes up to the wall.

There are purple irises
that keeps butterflies busy
and bees turn around the roses
and I can hear
them passing outside

and the soft sweet smell of jasmine
mixes with lavender
on the fresh morning breeze

and the ginger golden Persian cat
stretches himself out long
on the wall
of the fish pond
where he lies
looking at the world.

Somewhere Sussa
(the big black dog)
talks grumbling with herself
and I hear Flippie
passing carefully
on her small paws
in the corridor

and we are safe
in our fortress
and your hand lies
soft and spoiling over me
and I hear your breathing evenly
and while you sleep next to me
and I could stay forever like this.